Chapter 229

Xiao Lan and the man stop, turn around and look at Song Yufeng sarcastically.

"Yufeng, I'm sorry! Let's break up. " Xiao Lan looks at Song Yufeng with a trace of guilt in her eyes. She never liked him. She approached him just for Zhao Yi.

"Song Yufeng, you are nothing now. Do you want others to suffer with you? Still sober a little bit, ha ha... "The man said, hugging Xiao Lan and laughing to leave.

Song Yufeng stood in the same place. Yes, he has nothing now. What qualification can he have for others to suffer with him. Ironically, song Yufeng lost his family's protection and was nothing.

Song Yufeng closed his eyes in pain and laughed at himself.

"Sir! Can you go anywhere else? Your presence here has affected our business. " The Club Attendant walks up to song Yufeng.

Song Yufeng stopped laughing and looked at the waiter in front of him, "even you dare to bully me? Has song Yufeng fallen to such a state? "

"Sir! Don't get me wrong. It's just that you're here, which really affects us. " The waiter explained.

Song Yufeng reaches out to push away the waiter and walks towards the club. He wants to get drunk and forget it all.

"Sir! Please show me your VIP card. " The waiter stops song Yufeng.

"VIP card?" Song Yufeng took a look at the club. He knows the boss here, so he never needs a membership card to get in and out of here. Moreover, this club is only a medium level club in Beijing, which he usually doesn't like.

"We have a rule that you can't enter the club without VIP card."

Song Yufeng wants to say that he is a member of the Song family. Then he thinks that he has separated from the Song family. He swallows his words and turns to his car.

"Isn't that song Shao? I didn't expect to meet you here. How lucky! Ha ha ha... "A middle-aged man walked up to song Yufeng with a smile.

Song Yufeng looked at each other with a bitter smile. What song Shao? He has nothing to do with the Song family except his surname song.

"Does song Shao have time? I'll invite you in for a drink. " The middle-aged man reached for song Yufeng's arm and walked towards the club.

Song Yufeng wants to refuse, but now he really wants to get drunk and vent.

The middle-aged man took song Yufeng to the box and saw that there were two men sitting in the box. "Look who I brought."

"Oh, it's song Shao. Nice to meet you." The man in the black suit said it was a pleasure to meet him, but his face was full of ridicule.

"What song Shao, which song Shao? Yo! It was song Shao who was driven out of his home by the Song family. No, it should be abandoned now. Hahaha... "The meticulous man with his hair combed laughed sarcastically.

The middle-aged man laughed and said, "don't say it's so ugly. He used to be a kid of the Song family."

Song Yufeng is angry and angry, and he has an impulse to find a hole in the ground. He had never suffered such humiliation.

"They said it was before. Now, he is nothing. Come on, pour us wine." The man with meticulous hair will drink the wine in the glass, and then put the empty glass on the table.

"That's a good idea. I haven't drunk song Da Shao's wine yet. It must taste very good. Ha ha ha..."

Song Yufeng was so angry that he turned around and was about to leave, but he was stopped by the middle-aged man. "Song Shao, if you leave like this, don't you give me face. Even if you have to leave, you have to drink at least a few cups to go."

"Get out of the way!" Song Yufeng clenched his fist and glared at the middle-aged man angrily. It turned out that he called himself in just to humiliate himself.

The meticulous man stood up with a sneer, picked up the wine bottle on the table and came to song Yufeng, "drink."

Song Yufeng clenched his teeth tightly, red eyes glared at each other, trying to suppress the anger in his heart. At this time, his heart was full of humiliation.

"No?" The man who combs his hair meticulously turns cold.

"I drink!" Song Yufeng took the wine and drank it. The spicy taste made him frown.

"Hahaha... It's so refreshing. You'd like to pay tribute to our song Shao." The man who combs his hair meticulously laughs happily.

Song Yufeng forbeared, but still did not contain the anger in his heart. He raised his hand and waved to the other side.

The man who combs his hair meticulously shouts out in pain, reacts and fights back.

Seeing this, the other two immediately came forward to help, and soon song Yufeng was surrounded in the middle.

Song Yufeng where is three people's opponent, not long, he was three people down on the ground.

"Do you think you are the same song Yufeng?" The other side booed.

Song Yufeng clenched his fist tightly. Now he had no ability to resist. He could only bear it. His eyes were full of tears of humiliation. He tried not to let those tears fall down. On this day, he tasted the world, betrayed, humiliated, ridiculed, beaten and scolded. It turns out that people used to give him face, flatter him and flatter him just because he was the eldest son of the Song family. Without all this, he was nothing and his dignity could not be preserved.

Hearing the sound of footsteps leaving, song Yufeng licked the injured corner of his lip. A tingling sensation came. With the smell of blood, he took a deep breath and sat up slowly. A sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on the ground came. Song Yufeng looked up and saw Yang xiner coming towards him“ "Xiner?" Song Yufeng some uncertain shouts. The person in front of him looks like Xin'er, but it's not like that. Xin'er is not so young. It seems that he was hit and had an illusion. Yang Xin'er walks up to song Yufeng, squats down, and gently helps him wipe the blood stains from the corners of his mouth with her hands. She looks at the wound on Song Yufeng's face painfully, "Yufeng, do you hurt?" Although Yufeng deserves such a lesson, she can't help but feel distressed to see him hurt. Song Yufeng pulled the corner of his mouth and frowned in pain, "are you Xin'er?" How could she be so young? Yang Xin Er nodded, "I help you up, we go home." Song Yufeng shook his head, reached for Yang Xin'er's hand, looked at her with guilt, "Xin'er, I'm sorry!" He now knows that in his most difficult time, only those who care about themselves will accompany him. Yang Xin'er smile, "I don't blame you, I help you up." No wonder it's a lie. Which woman can stand her husband having other women outside, but she loves him. She doesn't want to lose him again.